Mallika had reserved the Presidential Suite for Priyanka as a special gift. It had an ostentatious decor, fitted with the best furnishings, with its own private infinity pool overlooking the ocean, a hot tub bath, jacuzzi and a large circular bed in the master bedroom.
Priyanka led Ramesh by his leash as he followed her, naked, on all fours, like the obedient dog that he was. Right as they approached the entrance, Ramesh went ahead, lay flat on his back, in the 'doormat' position for his Princess to wipe her shoes on his chest. Not that there was any dust on her heels since he had already licked the bottom of her shoes clean as she got off the car. It had been a ritual in their married life that Ramesh would greet her naked at the door in his doormat position whenever she returned home and he wanted to relive the same.
Priyanka stepped on his chest and held out her shoe over his mouth as he licked the heel and gently took it off her feet. Priyanka walked in barefoot, heading towards the large sofa in the living room, and Ramesh followed on his hands and knees, kissing the ground her feet had trod on after her every step. He worshipped her, his devotion to her another form of expressing his love for her.
Once Princess Priyanka was seated, Ramesh brought a basin filled with warm water to wash her feet. He knelt before her, took her feet on his lap and slowly scrubbed them with warm water, gently massaging them. This was another ritual from their married life, and his foot reflexology massage technique always made Priyanka relax after a long day.
After he had washed her feet thoroughly, he brought her a soft towel to dry her feet. He draped the towel over his back and bent low as Priyanka placed her feet on his back and waited for them to dry. "May I please drink your foot water, Princess?" Ramesh asked, his puppy eyes pleading. She always allowed him to, but he had been trained well enough to not assume so and seek permission every time. After all, he was a mere slave, and tasting his Princess' foot water was a privilege, a reward granted to him for his service and not something he could take for granted.
"First, fetch me a drink. My usual," Priyanka ordered. "I am sorry, Princess, I should have offered you a drink before seeking to quench my own thirst," Ramesh bowed low and kissed her feet in apology. He then crawled to the bar to pour out her usual drink, and brought it back on a tray. Once she had taken her drink, he assumed the footstool position to allow her to rest her legs on his back and buttocks, and then bent low to lap up her foot water like a dog from the bowl. He was careful not to spill any, for this bowl would be his drinking water quota for the day. Unless Princess Priyanka felt like having another foot wash.
It was a picture of domestic bliss. Princess Priyanka leaning back on the sofa, her legs stretched out on Ramesh's naked behind, enjoying her drink while watching TV. Ramesh, naked, kneeling across in front of her, his bum high up in the air as he bent low to lap up her foot water from his bowl. Ramesh had thoughtfully got her some fruits and nuts to snack on. Priyanka loved cherries, and she was nibbling on some, spitting out the seeds. From time to time, she'd tap her feet on Ramesh's bum, and that was his signal to crawl around and collect the seeds from the floor with his mouth. He felt blessed to taste her chewed up food, a privilege granted to him only when she wanted to reward him for exceptionally good behaviour.
